Chapter 95: One down, one more to go

"Fay." A voice called out to me.

I was dreaming again.

Cold fingers brushed against my cheek, and I knew instantly that this was no dream. The touch was more real and comforting than anything I had ever dreamt of. His skin on mine, without a doubt, was real.

I woke up with a fuzzy head.

I gazed up at Sam, his eyes a mesmerising mix of black and green. It was near silent around us. My brow furrowed. Just moments ago, there had been nothing but the chaos of war, the cacophony of battle, the stench of death and blood.

"Micah?" I uttered, my voice trembling. Sam shook his head once, his hand gently moving to the back of my neck. I finally took in my surroundings, and what I saw was a sea of lifeless bodies sprawled in all directions.Dark ones and demons, blood and gore. Nothing seemed alive.

Sam's lips brushed against the side of my head. "Envy is free." He whispered in my hair.

My hand instinctively reached out and pressed against Sam's bloodstained chest. My gaze drifted to Micah